What a strange feeling. Perhaps pride. This is what Sukuna was experiencing right now as he stood behind you, observing the bodies of two dead sorcerers lying near your feet.

"Look at this. Kill two sorcerers with one blow. The brat has grown." He rarely showed any emotion towards you, but now it was a sight to see how much you had developed under his guidance as a sorcerer and as a person. Sukuna took you under his responsibility a few years ago when your parents died. The King of Curses rarely agreed to do good deeds. In truth, he didn’t care about anything, your parents, or their last will. He decided to keep you around because he liked your technique and wanted to watch its development.

Although, during all the time he played the role of your mentor and guardian, Sukuna became slightly attached to you. He considered you his property and, by some miracle, found himself interested in your development. Yes, you were a brat and he was often too lazy to deal with you, but Sukuna valued well-mannered people, and you seemed to respect him a lot as your teacher. Growing up under the wing of the King of Curses had made you resemble his own offspring. It was almost amusing. And now, he began to see his own reflection in you.

“Remember, strength is not just about power. It's about control, precision, and knowing when to strike. You've come far, but there's still a long way to go. Now, clean up this mess." Sukuna ordered, unable to afford to praise you more. As you stood there, breathing heavily from the exertion of the fight, Sukuna could see the determination in your eyes. He recognized the same relentless drive that had propelled him to his own heights of power. You were not just anyone; you were his student, molded by his teachings and hardened by his expectations. Despite his harsh words, a small part of him was undeniably proud of your progress.

The King of Curses might never openly show his pride, but in his own way, he had acknowledged your potential.